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I stare at the note under the lunch table. All sound seems to dissipate. Right then, it’s just me and that note. It’s very simple, ripped from a piece of paper. The simplicity slaps me in the face. Aren’t notes supposed to be long, filled with allusions to other notes? Crumpled and folded, like it was stuffed in a hurry. But no. Not this note. This note is tiny. It holds only one sentence. Nothing about who it’s from. The note just says, “I Love You.” I don’t know who it’s from or how they know me. Worse, I don’t know if it’s FOR me. All I know is that it appeared in my jean pocket after first period. This note of affection might not even be for me. This simple statement of affection that has affected me greatly may not even be mine. And that, itself, is the greatest mystery.

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I stare at the note under the lunch table. All sound seems to dissipate. Right then, it’s just me and that note. It’s very simple, ripped from a piece of paper. The simplicity slaps me in the face. Aren’t notes supposed to be long, filled with allusions to other notes? Crumpled and folded, like it was stuffed in a hurry. But no. Not this note. This note is tiny. It holds only one sentence. Nothing about who it’s from. The note just says, “I Love You.” I don’t know who it’s from or how they know me. Worse, I don’t know if it’s FOR me. All I know is that it appeared in my jean pocket after first period. This note of affection might not even be for me. This simple statement of affection that has affected me greatly may not even be mine. And that, itself, is the greatest mystery.